Give me discomfort
as heather passing from bloom
discloses
to softened mud and appealing sun.
Give me lifelong woe for loving someone
who like autumn wanders abroad
negligent of years
and time that has passed.
I cannot forget roseate blush,
nor let go of memories sweet
and trials thrawn.
Can you feel the weight of centuries
shouldered upon flailing arms?
Can you feel wisps of desire
tearing apart from gossamer clouds?
I am twilight awaiting stars
of stormy blue and brooding night,
whatever happens
this heart of mine will live on
to endure the rough caress of life;
like a kiss stolen
from a slumbering rosebud.
My scars are invisible
as emotions
unable to pinpoint cause of trouble,
as tears
tossed around by blustery wind,
as though unwilling to lose control
over a strong,
composed
and imperishable mind.
Photo credits: Taras Loboda, Lady in red, 1961
Posted on Beautiful Freaks Fest 2 @Mg’s Blog Party
Also Posted on “the Poetry Pantry” @ Poets United
Those invisible scars can certainly pull out tangible tears when they are prodded.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Rommy ❤️
Beautiful storms that erupt with memories time and time again.
Thank you so much, Holly 😀 so good to see you ❤️
There is something haunting about the thought of a “twilight awaiting stars”… It leaves me thinking that twilight is almost always before or after the stars are their brightest. So the waiting might never be completely fulfilling, the twilight is always wanting, always almost… That can certainly create all sorts of wee scars.
Thanks so much for joining the BFF2, Sanaa. And for being the first!
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
this is dauntingly haunting and lovely at the same time. the gathering of your words here are mystical and magical. this piece speaks to the spirit of the true nature of the founding of ‘los dias de los muertos’, in the country of my birth! Gracias for sharing!
Thank you so much, Marcoantonio 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Haunting and beautiful! The scars of the mind and soul are the most difficult to carry.
Thank you so much, Reba 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I have now learned that rosebuds sleep, which is beautiful. But mostly, I send a kiss for your invisible emotions to help them heal. xo
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This is magnificent! The invisible scars are the ones that continue to hurt.
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There are multitudes of emotions and feelings here, made all the more tactile in your imagery and lament — the scars and the resilience tell a powerful story.
I especially liked this bit: “this heart of mine will live on/to endure the rough caress of life;/like a kiss stolen/from a slumbering rosebud.”
Aww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
“thrawn” A new word for me, and I’m grateful for having encountered it in your poem. Thank you!
Thank you so much, MMT 😀 so good to see you ❤️
So beautifully sad! Your words made me realize how often I am feeling melancholy or wounded with no clear direction to pinpoint the cause. Thank you for your words.
Thank you so much, Sharon 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Passion can hurt you so much… but is it a pain we can avoid really?
maybe we should be proud of those scars.
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Passion found, love lost, invariably part of life’s journey! Well written.
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so good to see you ❤️
There is something romantic, gothic even, about lingering suffering made so beautiful and somehow needed. The aura is inviting.
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I love “I am twilight awaiting stars of stormy blue.” How beautiful. “This heart of mine will live on.” Yes, it will, grown larger by every experience.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Invisible scars can be the deepest… those who have been wounded yet ‘live on’… beautiful thoughtful words written here, and the image, ahh ❤️
Thank you so much, Shelle 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“like a kiss stolen
from a slumbering rosebud”
Absolutely, twilight can be thst sneaky.
Thanks for dropping by my sumi-e Su day today Sanaa
Much❤love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Much🌻🌻love
I feel the weight and the wisp, as well as the rose petaled stolen kiss. Thanks for conjuring that.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Ooooo, this was vivid and tactile in all the best ways. Love the image and the way you create an entire world within it.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
What a wonderful poem of love, life and pain. How the reader is grasped, sucked in almost, to the narrators world, possibly because he/she has been to those places as well.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I enjoyed reading this. It has elements of grief, resignation and survival while telling a romantic story. Well done. I liked this very much.
Thank you so much, Myrna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This has a wonderful soliloquy quality to it, that I find very compelling. A lovely piece.
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Happy Halloween!
Happy Halloween! ❤️
Beautifully penned. Invisible scars are scars nonetheless.
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The scars of love often lie beneath the skin and one never knows when they will surface.
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someone
who like autumn wanders abroad
negligent of years
and time that has passed…
like the autumn analogy here!
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Never heard or seen ‘thrawn”…great word…Now I’m wondering which other words you have hidden up your sleeve:) Give thanks for the strong imperishable mind. You cannot purchase one. It matters the most.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Cressida ❤️
PS: ‘Thrawn’ means perverse, unpleasant, sullen. It’s actually an adjective of a Scottish origin 🙂
there seems so much hurt in these exquisite lines.
brilliant write!
Thank you so much, Lee San 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is stunning Sanaa! I especially love the line, “Can you feel the weight of centuries shouldered upon flailing arms?” What an amazing line!! Love does bring scars in it’s beauty doesn’t it?
Definitely! 🙂 Thank you so much, Carrie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Besides the word-beauty, I like the feeling of fidelity to the truth of those unseen scars.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
Lovely, haunting imagery. An “imperishable mind” is a beautiful thing to have. Thank you for sharing yours. ❤️
Thank you so much, Danae 😀 so good to see you ❤️